"You didn’t have to," You murmured, trying to suppress the grin forming on your face.

He just chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. "I think you’re even prettier than these, anyway."

You rolled her eyes, but the warmth spreading through your chest betrayed you. Cheesy bastard. He always had a way with words, turning simple moments into something that felt almost magical.

You inhaled the scent of the flowers before shifting your gaze back to him, standing there with that easy confidence, that quiet adoration in his eyes.

And in that moment, you realized—flowers were lovely, but nothing could ever compare to the man who gave them to her.

"But who needs flowers when I’ve got him?"